Doctor Arthur Castillo looked over the top of his black-rimmed glasses at Mrs Voorhees “You want what?”

“I would like you to prescribe something to make Jason bigger”

Dr Castillo pushed his glasses up and bit his lip “Your son is nearly six feet tall! What you are asking is highly unethical and borderline illegal, Mrs Voorhees!”

Mrs Voorhees glared at the doctor and placed her purse on the desk, slowly standing up “Good day!”

Dr Castillo stood and thrust a manila folder at her “Your son shows signs of abuse! I am going to have to report you to child services”

Mrs Voorhees slowly turned to the doctor and scowled “What?”

“Jason has signs of neglect and abuse. He has severe scar tissue damage. He has a limited vocabulary and he is partially deaf. He suffers from Aspergers and possible Down syndrome”

Mrs Voorhees grabbed the handles of her hand bag; her knuckles went white and trembled with rage.

“Something is wrong with Jason” said the doctor, his tone calming down “And quite frankly, I believe that it’s you!”

“You should clear you schedule,” said Mrs Voorhees softly as she sat down “This may…take a while”

Dr Castillo picked up the phone and dialled his receptionist “Laura. It’s nearly three. Please clear the rest of the day and go home. I’ll see you tomorrow” He looked over at Mrs Voorhees “So…”

Mrs Voorhees hung her head and sighed deeply, looking into her handbag.

“Are you looking for a tissue?” asked Dr Castillo as he offered a box from his desk.

“No,” said Mrs Voorhees as she grabbed the handle of a machete in her hand bag “No, I’m not”

**

Jason stood near the rainwater barrel, hitting the puck off the corrugated iron. The bumps made the puck fly off in random directions but Jason was all over it, with skill and dexterity, catching and throwing the puck back and forth with his hockey stick.

“JASON!”

The young boy flinched at the sound of his mother’s voice, the puck flipped off into the snow. His shoulders slumped and he trudged up towards her. She stood there with several bags of shopping.

“Really? It looks like you’ve been beaten” said Kevin “What happened?”

Jack looked over at the guard behind him then back “Nuthin’” he sighed.

“Okay…” Kevin made a note on his laptop about the guard “I have a reporter friend looking into your case”

“Maybe they’ll believe I didn’t do it!” protested Jack

“I know you didn’t do it, you know you didn’t do it! But you were found guilty Jack. They had a lot of scientific and circumstantial evidence to prove their case” said Kevin

“I DIDN”T KLL THEM!” yelled Jack

“Settle down!” warned the guard, his hand going to his pepper spray

“The appeal is in motion Jack, but it doesn’t look good. I’m hoping Lynne can find something for us to use,” Kevin shut his laptop

**

Jason sat at the kitchen table looking at the array of pills and needles on the table before him.

“Take that silly thing off” laughed Mrs Voorhees as she stirred up some soup “All of those potions are going to make my baby all big and strong”

Jason slowly, nervously took of the hockey mask and put it on the table.

“Dr Castillo prescribed several courses of growth hormones, steroids and other things to make you into a giant” she grabbed a ladle and served two bowls of lumpy gumbo type stew “And then you can play proper hockey. Won’t that be great?”

“Yes mom” said Jason clutching his spoon. Mrs Voorhees as she placed the bowl in front of Jason. He prodded the lumpy mass, a piece of finger sat in the middle of his spoon.

“It’s a special dish recommended by Dr Castillo,” said Mrs Voorhees as she took her seat “You like him”